illustrated journal

Archive for September, 2009

I’m trying to simplify life as much as I can, and every meaningful gesture begins with Art. Therefore, gone are the terracota pens of old, along with other artist’s paraphernalia featured on what remains my most popular blog post. From now on, creativity will embrace the repetitive pulse of the paper’s quiet breathing. Hwaet, the protocol for the reign of Moleskine The Second is as follows:

1. Use my brush pen to draw lines in Indian ink

2. Choose one colour among my small collection of inks and apply it somewhere in the drawing

Or at least that’s what I believe I will do, having finished the second page and letting myself dream of the 51 still missing to complete the sketchbook. Hopeful beginnings, what do you know of boredom? Poor old life will never be simple.

Summer’s gone, along with the idea of going back to England this year (no unknown dead rich relative mentioning me in their will so far), and I’m back on Scones and the Queen. I’ve briefly considered renaming it Rösti and the Federal Counsel in order to be more in tune with my country of residence but this option had to be discarded for aesthetic reasons. Imitating the oaks in the nearby wood, I am shedding many of the brown leaves of my past, a process which tends to inspire uncontrolable bursts of ridiculous prose. I moved out of the mighty city of Yverdon this week-end and, as I still haven’t found my own flat, am squatting my aunt’s for two weeks while she’s exploring Crete. Much of my exciting life is now spent on the train to Geneva where I’ll be working as a full-time research assistant until Christmas.